"Xiao Qing, Zhou Yi, why don't we queue up here?"
"Poison King?" My heart skipped a beat. This... this guy was the Poison King? The one I met in the Poison King's Cave who called himself Long Yitian? It had to be... the level eight zombie king, the Poison King! Why was he here?
Wang Liyun was even more disheveled. Her head was covered in smelly, blackish-brown things that were close to feces. There were leftover scraps, stuffed buns, and sticky yellow liquid. Her perfume was no longer effective.
"Xiao Lang, you're scared!" Yi Qianxing's voice also carried no discernible emotion. After several confrontations with Xiao Rang, he had managed to control his feelings this time, not flying into a rage as he had on previous occasions.
"I'll curse your ancestors! You are a disgrace to the Buddhist kingdom! Even the suffering monks are shamed by you!" Yang Tian could no longer hold back and immediately started cursing, completely disregarding his image.
"Master, what are you saying? To be doted on by three masters is Ning'er's fortune, and I should cherish it. Today, I've made a few breakfast dishes you haven't tried before. Try them and see which one you like, and Ning'er will make them for you every day," Zhong Qing's innocent gaze showed no hint of insincerity.
"Brother Chu, I want to leave the valley to find my mother. I know you're worried, just as I am worried about my mother right now," Zhong Qing said with a firm tone.
Although they were at a disadvantage in numbers, troops and soldiers were not solely compensated by quantity, but also by quality.
Seeing Yu Fei about to be struck, in that split second, he had a flash of inspiration and retreated, narrowly dodging the blow.
"Third Brother, are you flying a kite?" a sweet voice drifted into her ears, slightly dispelling Zhong Qing's melancholy.
Then came a conversation between Tony and Obadiah, filled with decades of grievances and entangled emotions.
At this moment, Ouyang Tong also recognized the person lying down as Luo Yan. Her heart trembled slightly, and then she scanned the seven people before her, raising her hand to inject a stream of divine sense into Luo Yan's body.
With an existence of fifty thousand strength points, Leng Xinghe felt that if he couldn't summon a War Emperor at peak strength, he might as well find a piece of tofu and kill himself.
Following Shen Feixue to a courtyard, before she could start working, she drew her sword again and performed a series of fluid sword movements, causing leaves to scatter and branches to fall.
Su Muli said sheepishly. There were only a few rooms in the house, and this one was originally used as a woodshed for storing things.
Unexpectedly, this time it was Blood Crystal Grass that was delivered. At this moment, he couldn't determine whether Luo Ting didn't recognize the item or if it was intentional.
With a loud bang, the black and red blood light transformed into countless heavenly blood shadows, tearing towards Donghuang Jue from the front.
Seeing the white porcelain bottle, Guan Yuxuan already knew what it was. Her eyes lit up, and she snatched it over. Then, she kissed Leng Xinghe on the cheek and ran out of his room.
Meng Jinglan flew while taking out her competition token. She thought that these tokens were sentient things. Perhaps... the tokens could lead them to the competition venue.
Wanxian Sect was a place where strength spoke, not seniority. Therefore, many old members in various sects were still on the sidelines. In the major sects, personnel changes were, apart from internal promotions, the only opportunity to rise.